Tuesday, 21 August 2007
Pain
There are so many different types of pain. Each with their own particular sting. Each unrelenting. Each unique. Yet all having in common the desire for their end and a return to the pre-pain state. Are we at pain's mercy? Does it dictate to us or do we have any control? Surely no one wants to feel pain (mashocists and self harmers excluded). I 've heard people say that pain makes them feel alive. Aren't there other ways to feel alive? If you enjoy it, then it really isn't pain is it? Can we control whether or not we feel pain? I don't think so, not unless you are a completely disconnected person. Maybe we can control the way we relate to the pain or the way we do pain. Why is it considered brave and desirable to have a high tolerance for pain? This implies that suffering is noble. Is this true? Should people feel badly or think less of themselves because they are pained by the loss of a relationship? What about physical pain? After suffering for three days which an excruciating pain in my right shoulder, I went to my doctor yesterday. As soon as I told her what was wrong with me, I started to cry. I cried the whole duration of the appointment. Maybe it was the combination of drugs, pms and unrelenting pain, but I just couldn't stop. I apologized to her for crying! Later I realized how stupid that was. Mind you it was effective if my goal had been to acquire major painkillers. I actually felt ashamed because I was upset by my pain and my inability to hide it. How fucked up is that? This morning I was feeling badly for wanting a painkiller and trying to be strong, but the pain in my shoulder was so bad that my brain couldn't stand it and I fainted. I spent twenty minutes on the bathroom floor in child's pose. This denial of pain is getting ridiculous. Perhaps back in prehistoric times to show pain made you vulnerable to prey. Isn't the opposite true now, to deny pain makes you vulnerable and not in reality.
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6 comments:
Jesus! What is wrong with your shoulder??!!??
Are you OK? Come in Fritzi!
Pain: You know my ex actually told me once that part of him liked the pain and turmoil of our final year of marriage -- it made him feel alive? Can you say FUCKED UP?
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I discovered that there is only one position I can put my arm in that diminishes the searing pain in my shoulder. I have to put my arm up straight up in the air and bend it at the elbow on top of my head. So today while I sat in the waiting room for one and a half hours to see my doctor I several times had to put my arm that this position. Severe pain makes you not give a shit about how stupid you look. It turns out that I have a nerve root compression. Which is fancy for a pinched nerve that is likely caused by the degenerative disk disease in my neck. So I have heavy duty painkillers, like the hillbilly heroin (oxycontin)(which doesn't really work) an anti- inflammitory drug and get this, an antidepressant, which apparently works great on nerve pain! So maybe an improved mood will be a side benefit.
Re : your ex and pain. If he needs pain to feel alive then I am sure we could find a few people who would be willing to give him a few punches in the head. I guess he thinks that the joie de vivre he felt from the turmoil would be equally exhilarating for you. So long as he felt alive!
Poor you. Too bad they didn't give you Percodans, however -- you'd be high as a kite right now!
Poor you. I think doctors respond to behaviour more than words so crying was a good thing...made her listen. I'm familiar with that arm above your head position, gets tiring though and you look like a freak. Were you on anti-inflammitories when you fainted? Not sure why this happens but time fucks up when you are in pain and minutes feel like centuries. Why is that? Why can't good times feel like they are going on forever and bad times fly by?
Because God is an asshole.
And a man
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